Le Comptoir de Mathilde - DINAN

I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

Love, and you shall be loved.

When someone beats a rug,the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness.